This is a song about "Cha"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

The science and the art, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

They claim it as their own, africa

Im comming in to get cha you any way that i have to

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical